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Pie Eyed Spittoon

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Pie Eyed Spittoon

Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun.
Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand.
He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called ‘Giddy-Up-You-Lazy-Thing’.
Said he was seeking, Billy the outlaw, who had shot his brother in the leg.

But we all knew Billy hadn’t done it, cause he simply, shook his… head… no…
Sure he’d shot a few snakes in the grass, in the range war, way up North, long ago.
But he’d known everybody there; this one, was only here, to try to build a name.
Pie Eyed Spittoon the Rodeo Clown, was looking to earn some respect, with fame.

Now, you don’t find respect by drawing a water gun; it’s always a loosing game.
So we told him, Billy had moseyed on, somewhere way down south, late last May.
To our surprise, he sat down and cried; there was only so much he could take, to face.
Apparently, guy ladybugs don’t get much respect, especially in a fancy, rodeo place.

At that, Miss Kitty Purrfect, sashayed into place, right in front of Pie Eyed Spittoon.
She ask him what his real name was… He answered, it was Wilber Wash Number Two.
Taking him by the hand, she deftly led him off, giving him ideas for a great bar room.
A fancy pants Troll Lake Town sarsaparilla saloon, where flowers would be in bloom.

They would even serve High Tea with scones and crumpets, of course, in a back room.
But, there'd be a tin pan ally, piano in great use, in that bar area, up front, real soon.
Miss Kitty Purrfect would sit on top to sing a tune or two, as Mr. Spittoon kept the bar.
She would be his partner, to help liven up the crowd, and keep them from straying far. 

The Muskrat Gang could clean up in their spare time when their other work was done.
Silk worms would be ordered from China Town, to make fancy drapes, in the bargain.
And Spittoon could serve Sarsaparilla, as Billy controlled the, sometimes-rowdy crowd.
All got what they’d wanted, without a single shot being fired, smart, don’t you think?

Troll Lake town was growing, at a rapid rate, but all were sure, it would be OK.
Armadilly Billy the Slingshot Kidster, was voted, as the sheriff in Town, that day.
And with Miss Kitty Purrfect by Billy’s side, a new era had definitely, begun in town.
Not to mention Mr. Spittoon, who enjoyed the respect, as barman, in our boomtown.

The moral my friend… is violence never wins… always use your head instead!
Making friends, will always serve you better, than making enemy’s… it’s often said!

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  1. Date: 9/8/2013 5:28:00 PM

    Hi Carol, A well crafted narrative. Ken

  1. Date: 9/7/2013 10:01:00 AM

    amazing story teller you are, this is so good, enjoyed...

  1. Date: 9/7/2013 7:34:00 AM

    Amusing and funny... Well done... Terry (and thank you for your kind comments)

  1. Date: 9/6/2013 9:32:00 PM

    You are a master story teller and I fully enjoyed this tale.

  1. Date: 9/5/2013 2:14:00 AM

    "Miss Kitty Purrfect" hmm... Carol, you are an excellent story maker! Lovely story, exceptional names :) I must admit that you are a wise purrfemale ma'am. The story became a fave, and thank you for being around and posting. :) G.

  1. Date: 9/4/2013 6:15:00 AM

    Carol... you is something else! And when I figure out what that is, I'll let you know! LOL I know! I know! BRILLIANT! Rots of Ruck with your publishing endeavours... the world is waiting! Huggles, Jack xoxox

  1. Date: 9/3/2013 4:11:00 PM

    well done Carol.... pd